Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be born without imagination?

Have you ever spent a lazy summer afternoon gazing at the sky and forgotten the simple pleasures that the world brings to you? There is something invigorating, healthy, fun and spirited about taking our cares, our troubles --- our love --- skyward. Itís as if, in a fleeting glance aloft, during a clear and unfettered moment, we envision that anything and everything is possible ( including change ). We see countless transitions in those clouds that reflect all our hopes, dreams, problems . . . but most of all ourselves. Each cloudy pattern piercing a new patch of sky reminds us of the infinite possibilities and varieties of change; and we look forward to enjoying those moments of magic when we realize how close we come to God . . .